“The alcohol is the only reason she hasn’t caused a scene at your place. I don’t know when Emma took up lessons in the art of self-defense, but man, she can pull a punch,” Ethan said.
“Yeah. She can fight. Thank you for settling her down.” Abel gave a nod.
Ethan replied, “You’re Emma’s tenant. The fallout will only further complicate things.”
“I’ll take her back,” Abel remarked while helping Emmeline up.
Emmeline opened her eyes in a haze and was greeted by a handsome profile right in her face.
Thinking that she was dreaming, Emmeline reached out to give his cheek a squeeze. She curled her lips. “Abel, you have the gall to visit me in my sleep.”
Ethan brushed her hand off all the while keeping a stern look. “Of course, why won’t I? Since you’re still in dreamland, just spill whatever you want to say.”
“You’re a two-timing super sleazeball!”
Abel furrowed his brows. Well, that was not nice at all.
Ethan jumped to explain, “Mr. Abel, Emma is drunk. It’s the booze talking.”
“I don’t blame her. It makes sense why she’d think so.” Abel lent Emmeline support to advance forward.
“What happened between you two? Emma seemed upset,” Ethan uttered.
Upset?
It was music to Abel’s ear. Abel could not help but curl his lips in delight.
Was Emmeline upset over him?
It was a good thing.
“We have to continue this another time. The priority now is to take Emma home,” Abel said.
“Thank you, Mr. Abel.”
Ethan had no qualms about Abel. He was the handpicked heir of Ryker Group after all.
Besides, if he were to take a fancy to Emma…
Hehe. It would be for the best.
As Abel helped Emmeline to the door, the latter slowly slid down to the ground. Her legs were giving out.
Out of alternatives, Abel bent over and picked her up.
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